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My hand, the pen Cannot conceive Words that cause The make believe To spring to life And take away The dark which fights Like hell to stay And so my heart Swells with sores Poison seeps Into my pores I lie down In my made bed Distorted dreams Inside my head
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 8:09 PM UTC
Agony
My hand, the pen Cannot conceive Words that cause The make believe To spring to life And take away The dark which fights Like hell to stay And so my heart Swells with sores Poison seeps Into my pores I lie down In my made bed Distorted dreams Inside my head
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SwanInTheWater
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SwanInTheWater
F/American
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 8:09 PM UTC
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